Last wednesday, I received the news from my friend that I received my BLUE FORM!!!! Getting the blue form means that I am definitely going to Sec 4. You wouldn't know how happy I am now!! Haha. I seriously thought that I had a chance of retaining because most of us, even though we passed our end-of-year papers, knew that our mid-year papers would still pull our marks down. And plus! My teachers kept making us feel more nervous. They said that they could retain as many people if they want to, as long as we do not pass the required amount of subjects. Those who didn't get the form would either advance or retain. 22 of us, which is about half my class, managed to get the blue form and I really don't know why I'm one of them. There were so many other people who should have gotten it but didn't. So then, I reminded myself again that God is great and that as long as you trust in Him, He will not fail you or let you down. So yup! All glory goes to Him for my promotion. Without His grace, I might not have made it. PTL!

Psalm 37:23-24
The steps of a good man are ordered by the LORD, and He delights in his way. Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down; for the LORD upholds him with His hand.

Alone in my room,
We had our little conversation.
I was enjoying the attention.
Then, He kissed me.
He said, "I love you."
He carressed me
in His warm, tender arms.
My hair was standing
But I knew His love was true.
I left myself crying on my bed.

Then..

I knew someone else was watching.
he was angry.
And jealous.
A cold shiver ran up my spine.
I was afraid.
Afraid that he would torture me again.
I trembled.

But He was with me.
I knew that that someone else
couldn't touch me.
Still, I felt inferior,
lost, and afraid.

Will he torture me again?
I didn't know.
But I was reassured.
My love was with me.
He protected me.

With His life..

They shut the road through the woods
Seventy years ago.
Weather and rain have undone it again.
And now you would never know
There was once a road through the woods
Before they planted trees.

It is underneath the coppice and heath
And the thin anemones.
Only the keeper sees
That, where the ring-dove broods,
And the badgers roll at ease,
There was once a road through the woods.

Yet, if you enter the woods
Of a summer evening late,
When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools
Where the otter whistles his mate,
(They fear not men in the woods,
Because they see so few.)
You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,
And the swish of a skirt in the dew,
Steadily cantering through
The misty solitudes,
As though they perfectly knew
The old lost road through the woods . . .
But there is no road through the woods,